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The Hunt (5/?)

The original plan was for K’avir to
be beamed two kilometers away from Sheila’s chosen location. But at the last minute, Trisha beamed him six
kilometers away instead.The Chief
Engineer’s reasoning was quite simple.Under
normal circumstances, Vulcans were three times stronger and faster than humans.K’avir was a warrior in heat and therefore
faster and stronger than that.He would have crossed the 2000-meter distance
in less than five minutes.It would have
barely given Sheila time to verify her location before he caught up to her.Putting him six kilometers away gave her a
good fifteen minutes to orient herself using Gerri’s information.

The
Taini rainforest was humid, thick, lush and vibrant; full of life and
color. Sheila chose her coordinates carefully
after studying Gerri’s research. The
spot she picked was near a waterfall that fed a lake. There was a small alcove behind the waterfall
that was fairly accessible. The water itself was clear; free of pollutants and
toxins. There were large trees and vines
everywhere, laden with fruits and edible flowers and other plants. It was a beautiful location that she didn’t
have time to appreciate. Sheila quickly made
her way behind the waterfall to examine the niche. It was far back enough that she could safely
hide and possibly sleep, and she could see through the falling water.

Sheila
decided that the waterfall alcove would be her haven where she could regroup
after her encounters with her husband. She
would make every attempt to keep him away from the area. It made preparation for the first encounter
problematic, as she was unsure where he was.
But after her initial burst of fear, she calmed down. She was not afraid of K’avir, and she was as
ready for this as she could be. Her husband, her wonderful beautiful
man, was going to go through this every seven years. This meant that she was going to go through
it with him. Sheila could live with
it—she would live with it—and she was
going to survive it because K’avir was worth everything.

Sheila
unpacked some of the supplies from her bag and stored them nearby. One of them was a beacon. Trisha rigged a tiny aural transmitter and
Shawn inserted it into the pad of flesh behind Sheila’s ear. It was a way of tracking her movements and it
also acted as a compass so that Sheila could always find her way back to her
refuge. She turned it on. The transmitter could also be used to beam
Sheila back onto the ship. It was Lt.
Nyx’s idea for Sheila to have a way to get back home that wasn’t attached to
her clothing.

She
didn’t waste time lingering; it was best to put some distance between her and
her haven as soon as possible. She shouldered
her bag and grabbed one of her panty packs and quickly ran fifty meters away
from the alcove. Then she ripped open
the pack and tossed her soiled drawers as far away as she could. Sheila took off in the direction in which she
came. She had a plan, but she needed a
little time to think things out. Sheila
checked her handheld and jogged towards a small clearing situated between two
low-hanging, wide umbrella trees. It was
grassy and mossy and as she eyed a bright purple flower bobbing in the breeze,
she knew exactly what she was going to do.
Sheila looked up and smiled, and quickly began climbing the tree. The branches were thick and there were many
footholds and handholds available.
Sheila climbed just high enough so that she could scan the surrounding
areas.

The
absolute best way to handle K’avir’s pon
farr was to go on the offensive.
Instead of hiding from him, she was going to be a siren. She was going to move around the forest and
make him chase her. She would play hard
to get. She couldn’t get stuck
underneath him, and if she wanted to avoid such a fate, she had to be in
control of their encounters. Sheila had
reserves of strength; power that she hadn’t tapped into since the
rebellion. She was at the forefront of
the uprising, and hadn’t been afraid to take lives since the encounter, so she
was perfectly capable of handling her extremely horny husband. She was going to fight him, run from him, and
eventually get fucked by him. But it was
going to be on her terms.

She
needed a baseline. The clearing was an
excellent place for the first encounter.
Sheila opened her bag, tucking it in a branch nook. She took out her knife and a hypo, intending
to inject herself with a compound designed to stimulate lubrication. Sheila wasn’t stupid; she didn’t want him to
hurt her in that way. As soon as she
heard him in the underbrush, she was going to inject herself and jump out of
the tree. There were plenty of stiff
branches she could use as weapons and she had her knife. K’avir taught her how to fight and she was,
as he said, his best student. Lt. Nyx told her that fighting helped absorb some
of the drive—some—but an edge was an
edge. She was going to use every tactic
she had in her arsenal to her advantage.

There
was a rustle in the bushes. Sheila
looked around and saw him moving towards the area. Apparently her soiled panties hadn’t been the
distraction she hoped for. She
sighed. He stomped through the foliage,
knocking vines and branches out of the way.
Sheila quickly stuck her knife into its holster. She took several deep breaths as K’avir made
his way into the clearing.

“SHEEE-LAAAAH!” he screamed, stomping
through the brush.

She
blinked. He could speak? She had been under the impression that he was
beyond coherent thought. But then he had
also said that he wasn’t sure exactly what he would be capable of. Maybe it was merely the fact that he knew who
he was bonded to.

“SHEEE-LAAAAH!” he screamed again. He passed underneath the tree and she saw her
panties in his hand. Love for him
swelled in her heart and she took another deep breath and jumped out of the
tree. Sheila grabbed one of the broken branches,
which was about six feet in length.

This
was going to be ugly.

K’avir
heard her and turned around. There was a
feral look in his eyes. He moved towards her quickly and she didn’t
hesitate. Sheila swung the branch,
hoping it wouldn’t break, and hit K’avir on the side of the head. The branch didn’t break, but he grabbed it
with one hand and yanked hard. It flew
out of her hands, leaving friction burns.
Sheila jumped back, fists raised, ready to fight. Memories of their courtship burned in her
mind.

“You
want this pussy, K’avir? Then you’re
gonna have to fight me for it!”

He
snarled and took a step towards her.
Sheila jumped and kicked him directly in the chest. He stumbled back and she turned quickly,
kicking him again. He hit the ground and
she jumped four steps back, bouncing into an L-stance. K’avir yelled in rage and came at his wife
once more. He saw her, a beckoning bright
white light in a hazy sea of red, and he went towards her, out of his mind with
lust. He
wasn't expecting a fight. He didn't even consider it. It was all
beyond him. A blow knocked the wind out of him and the second brought him
to his knees. Then a well-placed kick to the solar plexus knocked him
flat on his back.

Sheila backed up, bouncing on the balls of her feet. It was astonishing that it was so easy to
knock him down, especially when he was running on pure adrenalin and
testosterone. He was clearly moving
without thought and Sheila didn’t know how long she would be able to fight him
off. She was already tired.

K’avir got to his feet and blocked Sheila’s next kick,
twisting her foot. She rotated with the twist, dropping to her hands and
delivering a kick to his chin with the other foot. His head snapped
back. Quicker than quick, she was upright again and delivered a
roundhouse punch to his cheek, following it up with two more blows. He
coughed, sucking in air, blocked the next blow and delivered a punch to her
cheek, snapping her head back. Sheila backed up, wincing. That had hurt. She could not let him hit her again.

Sheila eyed the branch; it was a few feet away from her. K’avir came at her again, screaming her name,
and she effortlessly moved out of the way and ran for the branch. She turned just in time to hit him over the
head with it. He snarled and went
off-balance just enough for her to get out of the way. That was enough. Sheila dropped the branch and took off running.

Yea! I figured out how to post! I need a class in this! Anyhow. I never expected you to do this! When writing is unpredictable..it's great reading! My b'day is coming up in a week or so..not pushing another installment..but if there is one..I won't turn it down!

Rashida~

BTW on the homepage..you left off ZOOM! LOL! All those programs you named, I grew up with too! I still miss Mr. Rogers! :(

On a happier note, Dragoncon 2012 in Atlanta, Ga. so rocked! Back in 2013! Cya!